No, I don't know how to start
I'm the king of the roads, yeahLa la laSpringfield's looking pretty dusty today
I see their dreams coming undone
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved
Close the window and lock it so it's good and tightLa la la
Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
Have a not so nice day
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake
You know I think I'm gonna stay
Talking very loud but no one hears a word I sayLa la laLa la laCome visit me tonight at eight o'clock
And then you'll see how I am not the crazy oneVoices tell me I'm the shit
Twenty days go by and every day looks the sameLa la laLa la laI'm the shit
